Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

I heard that the son of the mighty Marquis Wu of the capital had fought again.

In early spring and March, it is expected that the cold spring has not yet receded.

Vendors yelling, pedestrians bustling, a school of flowers blooming like brocades, and the fire cooking oil.

"Master, Master!"

The young man hurried after him, wiped his sleeves, and his brow was full of sweat.

The aristocratic young master who was walking ahead stopped at the sugar figurine booth, and watched with interest with his hands behind his back. Hearing his own servant shouting, he turned his head and waved.

"Here it is!"

The boy looked up, and saw his young master's handsome face under the warm sun in early spring, his eyes were so bright that people couldn't look away when they saw him.

The boy sighed secretly in his heart.

Obviously the young master is so good-looking, but why did he fall in love with... such a woman.

How many princely and noble matchmakers almost smashed the threshold of their mighty Wuhou Lu's family, and the wife also fell in love with several families, but the young master always refused. It is said that this marriage is a big event, and it is easy to obey the parents' order and the matchmaker's words That's right, how can there be such... such... as my young master...

Hey!
I really don't know what to say, this boy, maybe he should be in their family of mighty Marquis. The master has read the sage books since he was a child, he is smart and quick-witted, and he has long been known for his talents. Around the border, the flames of war raged, and gunpowder smoke was everywhere. A scholar's master angrily threw his pen and joined the army. He went to the posthouse, summoned more than ten classmates, and went to the barracks overnight.

It's still an interesting story, but on the day of the tie-up, everyone was beaming with tears and tears, until they read the name of the champion, people were shocked to find that the protagonist had disappeared.

It was not easy to find the number one scholar in the military camp. The master who was only the crown at that time only said.

"People in the world only say that you are a scholar who is useless. If so, I can also use the three-foot sword to sweep away the barbarians and protect the peace of my great Zhou society."

"Then the number one scholar..."

He bowed to the south.

"Forgive the students."

No matter how he is the number one scholar, he can be regarded as a disciple of the Son of Heaven.

He won the title of number one scholar, but he didn't accept it. The three hundred years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty was also the first time for the creation of the world.

People in the world just shook their heads, saying that this person is too arrogant, and how could it be so easy to refuse the favor of the emperor.

It is the so-called thunder, rain and dew, all of which are the grace of the king. They waited for the follow-up, but with this character, if they go to prison, they may be rescued. It is a pity to die like this.

However, they are the only ones who cherish talents.

"Oh, did he say that?"

On the nine steps, the emperor's way in a bright yellow dragon robe.

"Your Majesty, do you want this person..."

He waved his hand, but said.

"This is a good minister."

From then on, the number one scholar gave up his brocade robe, put on his helmet, and put on his armor, just as he said back then, he raised a three-foot sword and swept away all disobedient officials.

After ten years of setting up the frontier, he was dressed in white at the time, and when he returned to Beijing, he was already a mighty Marquis, a real Marquis of military merit, and he was prominent for a while.

Maybe it's because the mighty Marquis is too radiant, which makes the little Marquis look like a dude, who spends his days either fighting or fighting with others.

This one, it started again.

The young master Lu Mingfei looked at the stall for a long time, and the peddler tremblingly asked the nobleman if he had any fancy ones, even if he took them, Lu Mingfei frowned.

"I still want to trick you?"

He nodded to the boy, and a silver ingot fell on the stall. The peddler was surprised instead, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs were so soft that he almost lay on the ground. This worldly nobleman takes your belongings, that is because he thinks highly of you , It is the blessings that your ancestors cultivated in eight lifetimes, and you still have to pay for it, and you don’t take a piss to take care of your own virtues.

So the little dude is a dandy, this dandy is different, he likes to scare people, the majestic and mighty son of the prince buys a candy man and pays for it, isn't this just a joke?

Seeing that the peddler was about to kneel down, Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Stand up, why kneel!"

"If you kneel down, I will demote your whole family to build the emperor's mausoleum!"

Immediately, the peddler's head shook like a rattle, and he stood up straight. Passers-by turned their faces away, with resentment on their faces, probably cursing this damned dude in their hearts.

The servant lowered his head helplessly, this young master of his own is indeed true.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this, he looked at the tools of the sugar maker by himself, and after a long time looked up at the earth-colored peddler.

"I said little brother, what are these guys, please lend me a favor."

"Why, isn't there enough money?"

Seeing that the nobleman still has to pay, the peddler waved his hands again and again as if waking up from a dream.

"Enough! Enough!"

This is true, the silver ingot given by the young master before is more than enough to cover his stall.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Lu Mingfei rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically.

The peddler's eyelids were jumping, he had never seen the nobleman's clothes before, how many copper coins are enough for a foot, if there is some syrup on it, it probably won't be worth it if he sells himself.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen.

The peddler looked at the nobleman painting sugar figurines with trepidation, and he became suspicious. Could it be that this noble man has nothing to do on weekdays, so he just paints sugar figurines for fun?
Otherwise, how can you be so dexterous and handy?
Speaking of a nobleman, he is worthy of being a nobleman, it's just that such a vulgar and trivial matter as sugar painting is so pleasing to the eye in his hands.

The peddler looked at it, he was infatuated, a lively young girl's face gradually took shape under the hands of the young master, the brows, eyes, nose, and cherry lips, so vivid, it seemed to be alive.

He never imagined that the craftsmanship he relied on for a living could be so amazingly skilled.

Draw it, stop writing.

Lu Mingfei admired the girl's face and nodded with satisfaction.

But seeing the peddler bowing to the ground, the scholar said a young and awkward sentence like the most learned person he had ever seen in his life.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your enlightenment."

Lu Mingfei frowned subconsciously, and then unfolded it. After he figured out the joints inside, he shook his head and laughed.

"How much you can learn is your ability, what has it to do with me, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard one person speak abruptly.

"Hey, isn't this the idiot from the mighty Hou family?"

The boy's face turned red and his eyes were wide open. As the saying goes, whoever disrespects his young master will kill him.

Lu Mingfei held him down and said a word to back off.

He has a low face, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes show a bit of evil spirit. He grew up in a family like the mighty Marquis, and when he urinates, he hangs out with people in the army, but he must not be fooled by the reputation of the young master as a dude. As early as when he was ten years old, Lu Mingfei had already seen blood.

Taking a look, I don't know when there was a circle of people in front of the stall, and the leader was also a handsome nobleman, who was not at all weaker than Lu Mingfei, the little prince. The jade pendant flickered.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to speak, he remembered the instructions from the adults at home, and that was all.

"Pack it up, let's go."

He pointed at the sugar figure painting.

Wei Wuhou's family has very strict rules. The last time Lu Mingfei had a conflict with someone, he received fifty military sticks when he returned, and he had to lie down for two months before he got out of bed. It's not worth it to take a baton for him.

"Hold on."

The nobleman closed the folding fan and placed it in front of the boy.

"Let me have a look, my young master's craftsmanship, if it is good, I will appreciate it!"

A group of people leaned forward and back together with laughter.

The boy clenched his fists loudly.

Lu Mingfei pressed his shoulder.

"Calm down, calm down."

The boy lowered his head.

"Yes!"

The mighty Marquis was awarded a title by his military merits, and the family rules were copied from the army. Lu Mingfei and his servants were masters and servants, as well as generals.

"Yes, yes."

The nobleman smiled lightly.

The folding fan clapped the palms of the hands.

"How do you say that sentence, take a step back, the sea and the sky are bright."

He shook his head and looked at the sugar figure painting.

I was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud as if I saw something extremely interesting.

He did not forget to greet others.

"Quick, quick, quick! Come and see, all of you!"

"Our young master is still a seed of infatuation!"

"It's just that it's not good for you old man to like someone."

The noble young master laughed so hard that he was out of breath, he supported the others, panting.

"I just like a... dumb."

Lu Mingfei paused, turned around, and glanced coldly.

"it's so funny!"

"It's so ridiculous!"

Your son and his friends laughed together.

Pedestrians looked sideways.

this moment.

The sideways glance turned into an exclamation.

A boot kicked the nobleman's face with the momentum of thunder.

His smile was still hanging on his face, mixed with a look of pain, a few white jade-like teeth spurted out with blood, and hit the ground with his head, and his good clothes were covered with dirt.

Pedestrians were stunned.

There was a fight in the street, and the one who fought was still the son of Lord Marquis of the current court!

They are just going crazy.

Your son's friends saw that something was wrong, some fled, some threatened, and some rolled up their sleeves to get ready.

Lu Mingfei picked it up by his hair.

In less time than a cup of tea, the handsome young man who was originally handsome is now as embarrassed as a dead dog.

With Lu Mingfei holding his hair, he grinned in pain, but he had no strength to resist.

Lu Mingfei looked at the people around him calmly.

"Who dares to come over, I will kill him."

A chill went straight to his forehead.

They could see that what the young master said was not a joke.

He really thought so.

At this moment, the crowd was very wary and dared not approach easily.

Lu Mingfei's servant just felt relieved, he had to use all his strength to control himself from laughing out loud.

As for Lu Mingfei, after he dropped what he said earlier, he never looked at everyone again.

He held the young master's hair, and brought this man to him, and the two faced each other.

Lu Mingfei looked at him with a bruised nose and swollen face, and suddenly smiled.

Take a pat on the person's face.

Each one is heavier than the next one.

The crisp applause echoed in the street.

The soldiers who came in a hurry stood still at a distance.

The leader turned his head away.

"Brothers, wait until the young master's anger subsides before going."

"okay."

He could not help grinning when he heard the applause.

As he listened, he remembered the days when he followed Lord Hou on the battlefield. It has been so many years in a flash.

Tsk, the temper of the young master is really exactly the same as that of the mighty Marquis, exactly the same.

He grinned and smiled silently.

He heard Lu Mingfei say calmly.

"You've just……"

"What did you call her?"

Take another shot.

"I didn't catch it."

"Come on, say it again."

…………

"I heard that the young master of the mighty Marquis family beat the son of the Marquis of Jidu to death!"

"What the hell, serious injury! That's a serious injury!"

"Why did I hear people say that the son of Ji Du Hou's family knelt down in front of the outer palace all night?"

When Lu Mingfei returned to the mansion, the servants all lowered their heads when they saw him, and hurried away like avoiding the plague god.

The accompanying boy was muttering words, saying something that was really disrespectful and unruly.

Lu Mingfei took off his cloak and threw it to the boy. He hurriedly caught it, and then raised his head.

Passing through the triple door to the lobby, Lu Mingfei glanced at it, and saw that his father, the marquis, was sitting high on it.

He was holding a book, which was a military book that could not be finished after 27 years of reading.

"came back?"

"Ah."

Wei Wuhou turned the pages of the book, he said.

"Kneel down."

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, his father's eyes were still on the book, and he didn't even look at himself.

"Ok?"

After a long time, Lu Mingfei was still standing there, and the mighty Marquis just cast a glance.

He frowned.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I protect the people I am supposed to protect, there is nothing wrong with it."

Lu Mingfei is neither humble nor overbearing, if outsiders see this scene, how many jaws will drop in shock.

Looking at the whole world, apart from His Majesty today, there are probably only a handful of people who can talk to the mighty Marquis like this.

Mighty Marquis waved his hand, and a few soldiers rushed out, restraining Lu Mingfei in silence, watching the military sticks being raised high, then falling heavily again.

After ten sticks.

"You are wrong."

"No mistake."

After thirty sticks.

"Are you wrong?"

"No mistake."

After eighty sticks.

Wei Wuhou looked away for the second time and cast a glance at him.

"Are you wrong?"

Lu Mingfei threw it high, and the blood froth flew uncontrollably as soon as he opened his mouth.

But he still said.

"No mistake."

Wei Wuhou stared at him deeply.

Staring at the son who inherited his blood.

He waved again.

Several soldiers took Lu Mingfei down.

Not long after, one person knelt in front of the hall.

"My lord, Ji Duhou Zhou Yao has entered the palace on the day of the Son of Heaven."

"Ah."

Mighty Marquis responded lightly.

The person in front of the hall hesitated for a moment.

"My lord, young master this time is really..."

The teacup knocked lightly on the table.

"I'm not dead yet."

Mighty Marquis took up the art of war again.

"How about Mingfei, I can fight, but no one else can."

The man lowered his head deeply.

"Yes!"

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed, looking at the rain outside the window boredly.

He was recuperating from his injuries, but he didn't know what kind of ups and downs his slaps caused in the capital.

The two factions in the army headed by Marquis Weiwu and Marquis Jidu beat people's brains into dog brains.

The civil servants were happy to watch from the sidelines, wishing to wave their flags and shout for them to fight more intensely.

The seasoned emperor sits high on the nine-story platform, watching with cold eyes, and he, who brought the Great Zhou out of the quagmire that is about to overthrow, has already mastered the balance of the emperor's mind. Sooner or later, the old ministers in the country had conflicts.

It's just that the reason for this conflict is interesting.

For a dumb girl, the sons of two powerful marquises fought in the street.

It's also interesting.

These whirlpools of power have nothing to do with Lu Mingfei.

He still thinks about the Sugar Man that day.

It will be her birthday in a few days, the sugar figurine is gone, what should I give her?

Little Hou Ye lay on the bed, staring blankly at the rain curtain, with his mouth open, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his butt for a moment.

Until he saw a red shadow falling down the wall.

Lu Mingfei blinked.

that is……

No way!
In his widened eyes, he saw a little head full of ignorance, crawling out of the bushes, looking left and right vigilantly, with grass clippings and leaves on his head.

Soon, the two eyes collided.

The girl was stunned, and immediately closed her eyes with a smile.

Lu Mingfei slammed the window shut.

I hurriedly put on my pants.

The friction between the cloth and the wound is ignored.

After a long time, he and the girl sat under the eaves, watching the rain quietly, occasionally looking at each other, and smiling slightly, the warm atmosphere filled up, and the girl wrote with a charcoal pen in her hand.

"I heard you were injured?"

Lu Mingfei smiled decently. ,

"Nothing."